fic: the dress
Title: The Dress
Author: Lindsay (nylana)
Beta: Unbeta'd
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Humor
Word Count: 636
Characters/Pairings: April/Simon
Summary: April enlists Simon's help to try to find the right bridesmaid's dress for Penny's wedding.
A/N: For stillxmyxheart's prompt for the wee writing meme, and because she's awesome and I love her.
Simon snorts and nearly spits out his soda when April walks into the living room in what looks to him like a ridiculous red tutu. Apparently the color is wine and the skirt is tulle, but for sure her glare is more than enough to quiet him. When she steps out of the bedroom again, he presses his lips together and she eyes him hard.
The third time, he tries to lighten the mood with humor, but she objects to his characterization of the dress as ‘something mum wore to prom’ by throwing her shoe at his head.
The next one she thinks is a little better and pulls it over head, contorting her arm a bit to pull up the zipper. She shuffles across the carpet in her bare feet, holding up the dress so it won’t catch on the doorframe. Stopping near the coffee table she holds out her hands to either side in a ta-da fashion and gives Simon a hopeful look.
He opens his mouth and then snaps it shut.
“What?” she asks, hands on her hips.
“Nothing,” he squeaks out. Then he goes back to firmly keeping his mouth closed.
She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Just let out whatever witty commentary you have trapped in that mouth of yours before you have an aneurysm.”
He snickers and then catches himself. “It’s just that - well it’s, um -”
“What?”
“You don’t really want to know,” he says, shaking his head.
April sighs again and looks down at the puffy burgundy affair, lips twisting in distaste. “I do,” she insists, looking up again. “It’s Penny’s wedding. She’s my best friend, and she’s like a sister to you. It matters what you think about my maid of honor dress.”
Simon sits up straighter on the sofa and gives the dress a contemplative look. “Honestly -”
His mouth works, open and closing, but nothing comes out. He holds up a finger as if he’s about to speak and then lets his hand fall to his lap as he shakes his head. A moment later he starts laughing and she can’t help it anymore, laughing along with him.
“They are all pretty terrible, aren’t they?” she asks, swishing the skirt of the dress and she looks down at it.
He nods, still laughing and she sighs and stomps back into the bedroom to try on another. He flops back against the couch and lifts his eyes to the ceiling, praying that this torture will soon be over.
April goes through six more dresses, one of which she refuses to even show him, taking it off before she’s got it half on.
Simon is munching on a leftover piece of pizza and watching old cartoons when she finally comes out again. He glances over, prepared to just look quick and get the pain over with, but his eyes go wide and his head turns slowly back to where his girlfriend is standing.
She can feel his gaze travel up and down her body, taking in the deep rich wine color of the dress, the way the silk lays over her curves like a second skin. He licks his lips when he reaches the band of crystals passing just under her breasts and follows the trail of them up, crisscrossing and running along the sinfully low neckline, up and over her shoulders in thin little straps. She turns slowly, looking over her shoulder and smirking at the way his eyes go dark when he sees how devastatingly low the back is.
“So this is the one, then?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
Simon nods numbly and shifts in his seat, feeling a familiar low stirring.
“Wanna help me take it off?”
Her voice is low and soft and he nods again, then smiles and pushes up off the sofa, following her into the bedroom.
Author: Lindsay (nylana)
Beta: Unbeta'd
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Humor
Word Count: 636
Characters/Pairings: April/Simon
Summary: April enlists Simon's help to try to find the right bridesmaid's dress for Penny's wedding.
A/N: For stillxmyxheart's prompt for the wee writing meme, and because she's awesome and I love her.
Simon snorts and nearly spits out his soda when April walks into the living room in what looks to him like a ridiculous red tutu. Apparently the color is wine and the skirt is tulle, but for sure her glare is more than enough to quiet him. When she steps out of the bedroom again, he presses his lips together and she eyes him hard.
The third time, he tries to lighten the mood with humor, but she objects to his characterization of the dress as ‘something mum wore to prom’ by throwing her shoe at his head.
The next one she thinks is a little better and pulls it over head, contorting her arm a bit to pull up the zipper. She shuffles across the carpet in her bare feet, holding up the dress so it won’t catch on the doorframe. Stopping near the coffee table she holds out her hands to either side in a ta-da fashion and gives Simon a hopeful look.
He opens his mouth and then snaps it shut.
“What?” she asks, hands on her hips.
“Nothing,” he squeaks out. Then he goes back to firmly keeping his mouth closed.
She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Just let out whatever witty commentary you have trapped in that mouth of yours before you have an aneurysm.”
He snickers and then catches himself. “It’s just that - well it’s, um -”
“What?”
“You don’t really want to know,” he says, shaking his head.
April sighs again and looks down at the puffy burgundy affair, lips twisting in distaste. “I do,” she insists, looking up again. “It’s Penny’s wedding. She’s my best friend, and she’s like a sister to you. It matters what you think about my maid of honor dress.”
Simon sits up straighter on the sofa and gives the dress a contemplative look. “Honestly -”
His mouth works, open and closing, but nothing comes out. He holds up a finger as if he’s about to speak and then lets his hand fall to his lap as he shakes his head. A moment later he starts laughing and she can’t help it anymore, laughing along with him.
“They are all pretty terrible, aren’t they?” she asks, swishing the skirt of the dress and she looks down at it.
He nods, still laughing and she sighs and stomps back into the bedroom to try on another. He flops back against the couch and lifts his eyes to the ceiling, praying that this torture will soon be over.
April goes through six more dresses, one of which she refuses to even show him, taking it off before she’s got it half on.
Simon is munching on a leftover piece of pizza and watching old cartoons when she finally comes out again. He glances over, prepared to just look quick and get the pain over with, but his eyes go wide and his head turns slowly back to where his girlfriend is standing.
She can feel his gaze travel up and down her body, taking in the deep rich wine color of the dress, the way the silk lays over her curves like a second skin. He licks his lips when he reaches the band of crystals passing just under her breasts and follows the trail of them up, crisscrossing and running along the sinfully low neckline, up and over her shoulders in thin little straps. She turns slowly, looking over her shoulder and smirking at the way his eyes go dark when he sees how devastatingly low the back is.
“So this is the one, then?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
Simon nods numbly and shifts in his seat, feeling a familiar low stirring.
“Wanna help me take it off?”
Her voice is low and soft and he nods again, then smiles and pushes up off the sofa, following her into the bedroom.